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of her as she waves her arms and nearly knocks it to the floor.   She always talked with her hands.
    "If you want action I'll tell you right now.   There was a kiss.   Okay, two.   But that's it."   Our goodbye was quick, especially since we couldn't go anywhere else without photographers watching our every move.   That and Rex had an early morning meeting.
    "Geez Kat," she laughs.   "I'm only curious.   So . . . when are you seeing him again?"   Before she can pry for more information, my brain goes on overload with all the details of last night.
    "It's happening Holly," I blurt out.   My heart beats just as fast as it had when Rex kissed me.   "I think I'm getting married."   Holly gives me a curious look.   "Really.   I might have hit the jackpot here."
    "Uh some clarification, K."
    "Okay," I hesitate.   "We sit down to dinner.   Everything is perfect and then WHAM.   He tells me if he's not engaged in three weeks, his inheritance goes out the window."   Holly's eyes go wide before covers her mouth to contain her laughter.
    "Nice one," she giggles.
    "I'm serious."   I glance around the cafe, embarrassed by the scene she's is making by laughing even louder.   She clutches her sides.   I keep a straight face until her laughter slowly dies down.
    "NO."   She leans in looking around at the attention she has gathered.   "Kat . . . this . . . I mean . . ."   She shakes her head, unable to complete the sentence.
    "I know," I whisper.   "You think it's a load of garbage?"
    "This is   . . . brilliant!"
    "Huh?"   I curiously watch as my best friend's mouth drops.   "A month from now you could be married.   To a billionaire."
    "And a guy I just met," I add.   "That doesn't worry you?"   She tilts her head and grabs a piece of blond hair.
    "It is what you wanted."   She was right.   Chad had ruined me.   My heart had been set on this and only this for years.
    "I know," I respond.   "It's just all happening so fast."
    "Sometimes that's just how life works."   She finally looks down at her plate of salad, eyeing a specific bite.   "Remember when I couldn't find work and then all in the same weekend three different studios offered me a job?"   I nod.   "And the time Nordy's sold out of those red Jimmy Choos?   And then all of sudden they got a random shipment in just when Cheryl gave me a bonus at work?"
    "Why do you always compare relationships to shoes?"
    "I do not."
    "Like nine times out of ten," I comment.
    "Whatever."   She forms the perfect bite on her fork - lettuce, cucumber, olive, and a bit of feta.   "The point is."   She takes a bite and quickly swallows.   "The point is how do you know this guy was really meant for you?   I mean, can you see yourself being happy with him?"   With a kiss like last night.   Definitely.
    "Possibly."
    "And you've both established that marriage is the end goal?"
    "Well, yeah."
    "Then stop over-analyzing it," Holly practically scolds me.   "Now, come on.   Let's get back to what's really important here.   Is he hot?"   I laugh, letting myself relax.
    "Very," I reply.   She sits up straighter in her chair.   "But enough about me.   Quit stalling and tell me what happened last weekend."   She licks her lips.
    "I met someone."
    "Yeah you did.   You've hardly been able to sit still."
    "He's amazing Kat," she beams.   "He's everything I've been looking for.   Everything. "
    "And you met at the recital?"
    "Well after."   She takes a breath and forms another perfect bite of salad on her fork.   "The recital was part of a charity thing and there was mingling and drinks afterwards."
    "So on a scale of one to ten-"
    "One hundred," Holly excitedly finishes.   It had been a long time since I'd seen her so excited about a guy.   The last time was when Ben something bought her a diamond tennis bracelet.   I raise my eyebrows.
    "You slept with him already?" I whisper.
    "Of course not," she immediately answers.   "Geez Kat, I'm not a total slut."   A